To a future Markson of Bonham Secondary School,

I know not what to write for this memory box, and who knows if anyone will read it. It is a needless effort, a waste of time put forth by professor Ford such that our interest will be more captivated by it than the yearly rituals. It will not accomplish anything more than humor, as we made great fun of it during the fifth period. We will still be raising student undergarments up the pole, as is our honored tradition.

Perhaps one of my children, grandchildren, or even great-grandchildren will be purview to this letter, and this is addressed to them. You come from a good womb, and I wish upon you the same success in your pursuits as my dearest father, who took our family from the dirty streets of Philadelphia to our most esteemed standing. May you be spared the smallpox, which came unexpectedly, the first cases in over fifteen years. Many passed, including a few I held as close friends. Rest in peace William and Simon, your memory will pass unto eternity in this ink, your spirit stronger than the flesh.

My hand is tired, and the weather has finally turned nice, so I am off to play baseball.

Most sincerely,

Milton Markson

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Grade: E

I most suspect that you didn't think I'd be grading this. Mocking me and suggesting that you will submit to such foolish activities as raising private garments up the flagpole is grounds for flunking. Your future family will certainly see what a dunce you could be.

-Ford

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